Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.